<,/i>, Approaching the doorway again, she stopped again just before the entrance. She started to back up again, only to feel strong hands on her ...nd she was propelled into the room. ‘You’ll not be getting food by standing in the hall!’ Shawnie had appeared and started dragging her through the cafeteria. Almost all conversation stopped as they sat and watched the spectacle. ‘Let me go! I can do this myself!’ ‘Mmmhmm. Pacing the halls yes, but you may need a refresher on eating.’ Her grip. I did feel good about Lyn being able to trust me enough to even joke about it.She’d been wearing a skirt when I saw her in the café. Naturally, as a dirty old man, I’d checked her legs out, finding them very much to my taste. That evening she wore a blue blouse, along with tight jeans and even tighter boots. Her legs looked as good as in her skirt, but the jeans really emphasised her beautifully firm buttocks, which I took time to study on the couple of times she sauntered away to ‘powder her. I graduated high school at sixteen and at twenty was in my last year of my college degree. Unfortunately, being smart doesnt get you the chicks and I was a twenty-year-old virgin. I wasnt hideous looking, I was just the epitome of average. Yet, even though I could debate eloquently and with a vengeance, when I was face to face with a girl in a non-academic setting, my brain became mush and I became verbally impotent. That brings me to Christmas 2011. I came home from Harvard as I usually did. The young redhead spoke with a friendly smile on her face, “To tell the truth, I wouldn’t mind having a colt from either of those big horses. Could we work a deal on the breeding fee?”“They are both just young ones and have never bred a mare. I’d let your mare be the first for both, for sharing the price of a room at the hotel,” the young woman spoke in an strange accent neither of the other two had ever heard.While she spoke, the Palomino mare backed across the narrow space until her haunches.